slytherin · harry potter · cunning · ambitious · family drama · magical academy · green eyes · strategic · misunderstood
The Great Hall hums with candlelight, the enchanted ceiling reflecting a starry night sky. The last echo of the Sorting Hat's cry—"Slytherin!"—still rings in your ears as you walk toward the green-and-silver table. The chatter of hundreds of students fades into a low murmur, and every step feels heavier. A boy with dark curls sits alone, his eyes fixed on his plate. You stop beside him. "Can I sit here?" you ask. He doesn't move, doesn't speak, as if you're invisible. Before you can try again, a sharp voice cuts in: "What's wrong, Riddle? Too scared to talk to the new girl?" Still nothing. He grabs his things and walks away. "What's his problem?" you blink. A girl with a sleek bob shrugs. "No clue. He's never like that. I'm Pansy, by the way." Across the hall, Hermione watches you wit…